Fabolous - The World Is Yours (Freestyle) lyrics

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Fabolous - The World Is Yours (Freestyle) lyrics

(Intro: (Pete Rock sample) & Fabolous) (Whose world is this?) The world is yours, the world is yours (It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine Whose world is this? It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine Whose world is this?) Yo the world is yours, the world is yours (It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine Whose world is this?) (Verse) Ayo I can’t stop til I k** ’em now that’s dedication You slow n***as get .38 special education You ask who the sickest and in need of medication They ain’t gotta think too hard, ain’t no need for meditation It’s me and my federation, flowing with steady pacing I’m a nightmare on Fridays, call me Freddy Jason I’m ill with it, sometimes I lay in bed like patients But can’t sleep at night, the thoughts in my head are racing ‘Bout n***as having runs and forget the Feds are patient They jog behind n***as when they out here cheddar chasin’ Wait til your legs are tired, flip a regular buyer Crack ’em and watch you scramble like eggs in frying, pans The Testarossas turn to testifying, man The don’t knows start identifying, damn That’s why I bullsh** with them generic hoes Hit it and show no emotion like I’m Derrick Rose Bend ’em over put ’em in the Walls of Jerichos But I need queens not Hillside or Merrick hoes n***a every lyrics goes, I don’t take a bar off My chain hang like big tits with the bra off Don’t push bu*tons except for when I turn the car off But homie in the Yankee let the AR off Yeah, I call him A-Rod n***a If I point he start shooting like we play guard n***a And that’s the reason that I’m chilling Big Willie style Check the chip tooth smile and my whips roof now Got the stars in it and a honey with talent The Wraith black like homeboy from Money and Violence I keep ballin’ but never falling six foot deep I’m out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I’m out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I’m out for dead presidents to represent me (Outro) (Whose world is this? Its mine, it’s mine, it’s mine Who’s world is this?) Aye every morning I tell my son he gon’ be a king And every night I tell em the world is yours I want him to believe that sh**

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